
Blossom
-Anupriya Sharma
I hope you try your best, and fall flat on your face.
You run the fastest, but it's the wrong race.
Hope you finally find friends, and they all turn out fake.
You make the hardest choice, and it's the biggest mistake.
I hope you fall in love, and it kills you bad,
someone hurts you, and you hurt them back.
And when you try to fly, I hope the sky splits open,
you figure out the system, and it's all broken.
I hope when everything's at stake, you stupidly risk it.
There’s a knife in your back, and someone smiles and twists it
and when blood and tears gush out, they spill,
and you have to let them, against your will.
Because that's what will feed the sapling of your being.
It will make you understand all the things you weren't seeing.
But before that, you’d want the sky to split open
and the sun to burn.
That the rain would crawl back
and this earth wouldn't turn.
You’d wish for the night to end
and for the day to never start,
Wish for the clocks to rewind
and to break them all apart.
It will take some time, but it’s going to make sense in your mind
How this doesn't matter, how it never can,
The world is indifferent to all, it favours no man.
Dive within you and you’d want this earth to turn again.
Fix what's inside you and you'll be waiting to twirl in the rain.
How you will wake up with the dawn, and sleep beside the hearth.
How you will start mending clocks, as you start mending your heart.
How you will be one with the universe when you start looking within.
There's a reason humans don't "pause", just keep on living.
It's only when you go through hell, and come out whistling
When you scream out your bleeding heart without anyone listening.
When you wipe your own tears,
And confront a million fears
Head held up high, look back on your worst years,
That's when you say loud and clear:
I've been through it all,
I've seen the worst of it.
I've broken down these walls,
I've endured every hit.
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I'm not the same soul that once stood so torn,
I still get scared, but I have courage of my own.
I am a brand new person, I feel it in my bones,
Hi, nice to meet you,
It's Me, I have grown.
Anupriya Sharma
I'm a final year student of Hansraj College. Like every third year, the fleetingness of time strikes me to the core and leaves me reeling in the ever changing matrix of life. “Blossom” is an ode to transience, transition, and ultimately, the trust we put in our future and ourselves.
